Calhoun retraced his fangs away from her neck, licking the skin to remove the traces of blood from there. He didn't take more than two sips from her because Madeline had already lost enough blood when her wings were trying to surface out from her back earlier. Her skin was warm against his touch. He circled his arms around her, holding her close to his heart.
Having been bit a couple of times in the past, Madeline had got used to his fangs. The slight prick she felt was replaced by his tongue and lips that soothed her skin. Calhoun let her lean against him for support as he continued to hold her. When both his hands unwrapped her, he traced the curves of her body by his hands, running them against her tantalizing skin and leaving no place untouched.
